Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 95: Interrogation

The Witch raised her hand once more. "All of you. Exit the stage. This night... belongs to history."

Nioh turned once, glancing at his opponents.

Then at his comrades.

Then at the crowd. Before departing the stage under the cheer of the crowd.

The embers had barely cooled when the crowd erupted.

It wasn’t just cheers, it was an explosion of voices, arguments, and declarations. The arena trembled not from combat, but from the weight of opinion.

"He could’ve won if the Witch hadn’t stopped it!"

"Nuggart was about to smash that boy’s spine in!"

"Did you see that sound wave? What the hell is he?"

"Rupert and Althea were going to kill each other—thank the flame she stepped in."

"Yeah, but he held back... you saw that, right? Nioh wasn’t serious."

"He’s dangerous. Too dangerous."

Up in the noble balconies, even the heirs of great Houses leaned forward, lips pressed in tight lines, their courtiers whispering frantically beside them.

In the lesser seats, the miners and traders clapped and shouted, forming makeshift chants for their new champion:

"Nioh! Nioh! Nioh!"

The anomaly had stood against the elite—and hadn’t lost.

Yet not everyone cheered.

A few simply observed, their faces unreadable. Eyes sharp like knives. Watching. Calculating.

Nioh stood with Akron and Althea, panting, body aching, his shoulder dislocated from the earlier exchange with Nuggart. Blood painted the side of his face like warpaint.

"I think I’m in love with violence," Althea said, leaning on him like a drunk.

"I think my bones are soup," Akron groaned.

Nioh grinned faintly. "She didn’t even swing her full weight."

But before any of them could leave the stage, a voice whispered through the space again, this time heard only by him.

"Come."

He turned.

The Witch stood in the exit tunnel, shadow and fire framing her like a vision from a fever dream.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked.

Nioh didn’t hesitate. He nodded to the others and followed.

The halls behind the arena were eerily quiet. The Witch’s footsteps didn’t echo—they commanded silence. She didn’t look back once, leading him through unfamiliar corridors and stairways, until they reached a tall archway carved in old stone and marked by five silver stars.

Council Chambers.

She stopped and turned.

"You will say nothing unless asked. You will answer simply. And you will not lie unless you do it well."

"Is this about the arena?" Nioh asked, voice neutral.

She arched an eyebrow. "You already know it isn’t."

With a flick of her hand, the doors opened. The chamber within was massive and circular. Five tall chairs lined the far end, each occupied by a robed figure obscured in shadow. Above them, a single orb of pale blue light floated—truthsteel crystal, designed to sense emotion and intent.

The Witch stepped aside.

"Enter."

Nioh walked in, posture straight, expression unreadable. The room swallowed sound. Even his footsteps felt muted.

One of the council members—a woman with silver-threaded robes—leaned forward.

"State your name."

"Nioh."

"Full name."

"That’s all there is," he said smoothly. "Just Nioh."

A pause.

The orb pulsed faintly.

The central figure—the tallest and broadest among them—spoke next.

"You and your team accepted a mission two days ago. Care to explain in great details what happened."

Nioh tilted his head. "Simple rescue mission. We save the targets got rewarded a few millions and came back for a drink."

A few whispers passed between councilors.

Another figure—this one wearing a gold circlet—cut in sharply.

"You mean your team has nothing to do with the death of the rescue convoy?"

"They are dead," Nioh replied innocently.

"You were alone, with your team" the tall one pressed. "Yet no traces, of external forces were detected on the site. All biocore energy have been whipped out. Twenty deads, all members of the factory research team. You are saying you did not hear a thing?."

"That’s tragic," Nioh said, folding his hands behind his back. "But I don’t see what it has to do with me. I am deaf"

Another pulse from the orb. It flickered orange—deception—but faintly. Not enough for a call.

The fourth councilor—a shorter man with a flat voice—leaned in now. "Witnesses describe a sound-based combatant matching your height and build."

"Maybe you could organize a confrontation," Nioh said. "I would like to see who was left alive."

"Are you playing coy with the council do you understand the gravity of the situation?" snapped the man with the circlet.

"Maybe you should find whoever did that and offer them a scholarship," Nioh said with a small smile.

The fifth councilor had been silent until now—a woman cloaked in blue, her voice cool like water. "So you are aware of the consequences. I’d like to ask why did you decide to murder the client."

"That’s slander, My team did no such thing," Nioh replied without missing a beat. "That doesn’t change from the fact I think they are absolute scumbags. And I am happy they are rooting in hell where they belong."

She narrowed her eyes. "You mock this council."

"I respect the council, I am a conqueror at least in the works" he said. "But I’m also being of rules and convictions. If you don’t like my position too bad there is nothing you can do about it."

Another flicker from the orb. Still not enough.

Silence.

The tall one finally sighed. "We have no evidence to charge you. But know this: we’re watching. Very closely."

"Glad to hear it," Nioh said. "It’s nice to feel wanted."

The Witch stepped into the room again.

The council dismissed him with a gesture, and she motioned him to follow.

They walked in silence until they reached the outer courtyard. The sun had begun to set, burning gold across the towers. Far below, students gathered in murmuring clusters, gossip spreading like wildfire about the fight, the interruption, and now—Nioh’s quiet summoning.

She didn’t look at him as she spoke.

"You played the fool well."

"I’ve had practice."

She gave a half-smile. "They will come for you."

"I know."

"They will kill you. This place doesn’t like ones they can’t control "

"I know that too."

She finally turned, eyes burning with something unreadable. "And you enjoy it."

He didn’t answer.

She took a step forward, her voice suddenly intimate and sharp.

"You think power makes you untouchable. That surviving makes you invincible. But I’ve seen taller trees than you brought down in storms they didn’t see coming."

"I’m not trying to be tall," Nioh said, tone flat. "I’m just trying to breathe."

The Witch studied him. "You’ve made enemies in the open and in the dark. Nobles. Instructors. Councilors. If you keep climbing, they will sharpen their knives."

Nioh tilted his head toward the fading sun.

"Let them."

A gust of wind pulled at their cloaks. Below, a student’s voice rang out in laughter, unaware of the storm brewing in the hearts of the academy’s highest places.

The Witch turned to leave but stopped at the threshold.

"You have one thing in your favor, Nioh."

He looked at her.

"You’re too loud to kill quietly. "

She left without another word.

That night, Nioh stood on the roof of the laboratory, arms crossed, staring at the stars that peeked through the smog and light.

Akron joined him quietly, a sandwich in hand. "You good?"

"Council tried to interrogate me. They wanted a report on the mission. They know we did it but they can’t do much" Nioh replied. "No proof."

Akron shrugged. "Didn’t think they’d find any."

"I didn’t do it alone."

"I know I was there."

Nioh watched the sky, expression unreadable.

"How is it now."

Akron took a bite of the sandwich. "I think they’re underestimating how dangerous we are when we stick together. We have risen a few ranks on the list. Those twenty million came a long way. We are now dealing with third years. Nobody in our year can compete."

Nioh didn’t reply, but the smile that touched his lips said everything.

"That’s good. I have been itching to build something recently. Tell me why do you not use any weapons?"

" I do" Akon answered. " It is just that everytime I take it out. A carnage is to be expected."

"What kind of weapon is it?" Nioh asked all curiously.

"If we get the chance one day you will see it. In the meantime Magnus sent all the information regarding the beast we will be taking out next week."

"Oh Nice.! Was is it?"

"A dragon"

"Shiiiit!!!!!" Nioh replied relaxing further

"I said the same thing! Shiiiit!!!" Akron said leaning into the roof for a better view of the sky